Had a ridiculous tummy ache the other day. Worst I've had since as long as I can remember.. And it didn't seem to make any sense either, as it wasn't pms cramps or bad food. Even more absurd was that the pain came in pulses and with the exact same intensity one of my worst off tooth ached alongside. I took four pills, different kinds, to try and get at it from four different directions, but not much helped. Of course Piček tried helping me all along, telling me to drink some gruesome mineral water, but I didn't cooperate until the end of means and then the tension passed when I burbed a few times and similar explosions, and after 2o minutes I was fine. I love Piček. I love serving him the opportunities to say 'I told you so'. :P

Pudding

Two things I love about pudding: lumps and crust. General likes everything about it as long as there's lots :D

Such a pleasant day went by... After an eon - since we used to do it with dad when I was a kid and then later sometimes with dDaniel, when we had a few bucks in our pockets - I've ridden shotgun when cruising the countryside...  We were after the wildlife to see if deer have singled out before the hunting season starts and if we could find some rabbits. (Rabbits are rare in these parts). But mostly we just drove around and observed the rims of forests and fields steaming and unknown grounds, small roads and timeless villages... It is one of my favorite things, driving slowly through quaint dawn-time places... I feel like I'm advocating for entire humanity, watching this land's basic goings on...

I'm guessing a well-fed bit below 3-year old? His coat looks funny because it's shedding time. It's a decent specimen, but not listed for hunting. It's not his time yet :) And yes, I do need a better sports camera :D

We found this farm on top of one of the hills... A huge, incredibly beautiful complex of four large, traditional buildings (not so much land around), which makes me believe this must have belonged to someone noble once. Most farms around here are just one-family establishmens... This one was majestic.

Later on we couldn't find a parking spot on our own courtyard, so I decided to go see my parentals and it was so cool. Mum persuaded me to bake something and I made another one of her favored coffee cakes (though I did manage to place a cooling mould onto a molten cooker and burn the whole dough thingie.. Oups.) and first in the line of many rehearsals for my wedding cake... Which is cooling through the night and will be continued tomorrow. What I really need is some decent marzipan to make the orchids..

Lumberjacking

Two days of lumberjacking. I feel like one of those people in adventure "tours", you know, where they need to save the day and it's okay, because they've had one whole session with an ancient master they met in the next dungeon cell.. I've been lumberjacking for two days. I'm practically a gladiator. 

The bitchy bit is, this is how they are supposed to split...

 

This is how they DO split:

But ultimately they just get manhandled. There's no way the General will lose a fight against a tree trunk.

Or of course his mother comes by and when she's not wrecking havoc with a chainsaw, she's whacking things with an axe of her own. Poor things don't stand the chance.No surprises she's the type to murder an ox with her bare hands. And she's humble about to, too...

The computorized proofs came back. Finally. After 9 weeks. Of course they did - I was just  about to throw in a towel and give up on seeing the book published this year and had started another. Know what it's like switching between one project and another? It's like training figure skating for a very long while very intensely and putting everything that you are into one Olympics, and when it's done, you're high-strung, worn out and triumphant. And you move on and start training, say, judo or something. And you start getting the grip on it and just when you get very good at it, very focused, sacquiring a whole new motorics, omeone comes and asks you if you could jump in and compete in one more figure skating gig...

I don't really watch the news - the closest I get is watching the SNL comments on the news comments, but apparently some vulcano has blown up and Bjork is popular again for it. Airlines are going on and on about having financial loses, as if they were the worst off ever. Hey - my monthly taxes have gone up 5o euro - that's 3o% and nobody mentioned a thing. That's quite a blow for starting small firm owners. And nobody cares.

Off to chop wood again. I need my primal lumberjack workout. I love this weather, the sun getting up SO early and air being so clean and fresh and then the tricky sunshine, slowly and gradually blocked by the clowds and the afternoon storms... So passionate. Also, Zemotion has some new pickies out. That always does the Goblin Jumper Cables on me. 

Someone on some show on some channel said primates may have began to walk upright also to snow the male assets to the mating females. Makes SO much sense. The entire species evolving so that men can flail their prunes in front of hotties. I've been wondering about men last night. Commandos. (We still love Bear :D And his team. You've got to admire professionals who are willing to follow someone with a mind of a 4 years old and no sense of self-preservation at all.) Why is it that male ego can undego any kind of abnormal traning/torture, as long as promised to be able to do the worst things in return? They only train killers so profusely. Not rescuers or even law enforcers. Just men who'll get to blow shit up and shoot others. Usually civilians. Intresting, isn't it? The most elite physical  professionals and all they can do is quality harm.  

Can't get enough of Nurse Jackie. I've noticed quite a feminist undertones of the latest week's shows: the lady presidents taking a deep breath and a massive leap in 24, Ugll Betty becoming just Betty in the show's finale and Jackie... well.. The first episode of the second season kind of starts with someone firing a gun in the catholic hospital, sending a bullet pass Jackie into the statue of Virgin Mary and she yells: "She's a mother!!" LoL.

Interesting, concerning Piček, is how he is quite religiously.... religious.. but he despises popes. Odd, that. He has a profound loyalty for God and respect for his parents' beliefs, but popes he deems men who pretend to be gods and by 'men' he meas the worst of mankind - greed and pathological need to be thought better than others being just the tip of the berg. Kings, though, we are both okay with. They are such unfortunate clowns, so punished for their place among commoners already, you really cannot add salt to their wounds.  People always think being a king is so magnificent as you get to have a lot of sex and parade around in very pretty outfits, but come on. That's the famous paintors' propaganda. Kings like this exist only in museums... and England. Real royalty was more like that depicted in movies like Queen Margot and Elisabeth. They were like cancer cores of political fevers.

"Kurbus Debelus"

How to translate that very significant term? Kurbus Debelus is something I could never have a doggie without. It superseds breeding, rank, pedigree and so forth. The dog can be the tristate champion amidst its peers and I would still not want it if it was not Kurbus Debelus. I am THAT strict about it. 

here are some pointers:

See what I mean?

The most relative translation of the term would be something like a 'fat fucking whore!' but it is by no means anything remotely ugly. Nothing to do with prostitution at all. The story behind it is very old and has Edko in it. It is just something that describes the puppy as I demand it to be: FAT. With large paws. Dumb loyal eyes that strip you of your dignity and make you start making the dumbest puppy noises and above all BIG FLUPPY EARS THAT YOU MUST SQUEEZE UNTIL YOU CRACK YOUR FRONT TEETH.  God should not be allowed to make puppies without it.

We are in a full fledged pursuit of a puppy. General has his people up, sis has her own and of course since I relate to muts and he relates to perfectionism, we now need to find a litter, money for it and school to create the flawless Kurbis Debelus hunter named something after a warcraft character. Nefarion or something. The very thought of having someone to go to the park with me every day is so exhilirating, I've been giggling all these hours.

Except now. I am SO tired. In the real world we've been splitting trees for firewood and that is a bitch all in its own turn. General has three injuries, but you should see the tree! I'm sorry I haven't taken any pickies, was to busy telemarketing for my future Kurbus Debelus. He is really good at it. He splits the trunks into daisies flailing the maul and whacking the iron thingies into the wood, making it tear and crack in this profound, rich, ancient sound of bicentennial things breaking. Unfortunately the day was so lovely, sun so shiney and air so early-spring cool we all danced around in short sleeves and his head got so fried over time it now looks like a baboon's butt. And the iron thingies flake and shoot splinters around like bullets. Few missed but few hit and he is a bit punctured. My village blacksmith :D

Off to watch Bear Gryll's Behind the Scenes. We love Bear. We know he's an overly-dramatic drinking game magnet, as he gets a) narrative b), gruesomely unappetizing and c) naked in every show, but I suppose I prefer this littl clown to gom around pretty places making super ninja moves on nature as oppose to some other REAL survivalist in some bleak and lonely circumstance, albeit way more realistic. I prefer TV to be a little bit more .... premeditated. It kind of traumatized me when that idiot Steve Irwin got sheeshkebabed and I kind of don't want to see that happen again to any media persona. Bear is just the right amount of cuteness and acrobatics for one to want to watch a lot and never ever want to kiss. 

I've started working on the "Tree" book. It cheers me up as then I don't feel so much jerked off by printers and sponsors and so forth - people who stand between me and my publications.. I have no idea how it will turn out and like all new relationships, it makes me feel infantly alive :D

        Am watching Nurse Jackie during. By Gods what a cynical and cool portrait of New York... Makes me never ever want to be a nurse. Have no idea why my sis hates Peter Facinelli so, he's such a tard :D Mrs. Falco is brilliant, tho. It feels like this is the sort of a role every thesbian yearns to get once in a run. Pretty much up there with the super dude that palys the lead of Breaking bad...
        General's having his shooting testings done today (weather's a bicth) - loads of hunters gather and need to pass the score or are not granted the hunting licence for this year. I went to the rehearsal with him and his friend and had an excellent time playing a spotter. Got to fire one shot, with a falty bullet. Oh, yeah. I am still the badass of the old west :p Boys got nothing on me 8)
         Setting the guns to work just right for someone is almost as professional as then secretly, when everyone is done for the day and goes to study the targets, screwing them back out of aim. What can I tell you. I am way pro life. It's my dirty little secret.
         He's still not budging about letting me have a puppy. I don't think he understands: even if we did live on an estate, I'd still play with the thing indoors and treat it as way more than a functional subject. The fact that I truly love how it's just teh two of us has nothing to do with it either. There is no telling I wouldn't love it even more if it was the three of us. Puppy would get my piggy (hot watter thingie.) and a corner we cleared..